Miscalculated:scramble for space

 

 

 

When you think of a lens

Doesn’t a double edged sword hit you?

When the reflection shines

 

Does a magnification miss you?

Maybe disguised in a diminishing figure?

When you think of train

Don’t you see a two sided snail?

Struggling to be nowhere but everywhere

Never assuming its own patience

Maybe driven by a sense of false hope

 

When you think of a sword

Perhaps you imagine a two-flavoured fruit

Each fighting to outdo the other’s dominance

When you find yourself in a trench

Instead, you hop up and down

KIND ONE

is your attitude
that has made me
its your warmth
that has build me
the smile you did gave me
always shined my face
the kind things you said
always glowed my heart
giving importance of life
the full hand you shaked
made me feel proud
the wide ‘hug’ you honoured
electrified my wholesome
it has been a great joy
to have you beside me
i just tend to wonder
why of your specie , so few.

this poem is dedicated to Ruth kamuya(KU) who did so much for me during the orientation period.

Flower

So pleasing to the eye
Making one, truth and lie
It massages the heart

So masterful with skillful art
Bringing feelings of tender
And the aroma………
Arousing tides of love
Even hardcore often soften
When you touch
Tickling sensational on skin you feel
When you pluck it
It blossoms on your palm
But when you leave it
Alone, it withers.

one in a million

just
human hard-bitten figure
cynicism major principal

satire lives in lips
irony rules words
disillusioned of life

had many missions,visions
and ambitions all negative

we wondered whom was
as we never understood

REALITIES

anyone can afford ambitions
everyone cannot succeed
lest success bar will rise

anyone can afford dreams
everyone cannot get fulfilled
lest hard work will be norm

anyone can afford vision
everyone cannot achieve missions
lest motivational talks will cease

be contented with what you have
and celebrate you brothers success
remember diligence pays.

realities beyond observable realities – arthur luvai(UON)

PROPHESY

there shall come a time
when rhythm will be bed-ridden
when metre will be a fairy tale
when images will be ignored
when poetry will cease to be
when metaphors will be laughed at
there will be no metre or verse
thereto only be words whistling wind
only ‘paling’ plain poems
emotions submerged in wind
too much for an average reader

a second republic of poets
where shakespeare will cease being pioneer
this will be new breeds of poets
who will use pens to celebrate life
and critics shall get labour too
wanting to maintain shakespearean style
yet can’t join join simple words
during those good coming days
thereto be no music concerts
thereunto only be open poetry sessions
and the nation shall reap truth

JUDY’S JACKY JOKER (unreflective priority)

jake jacky joker was judy’s
judy’s jokes bordered jake’s lips
judy enjoyed occasional crunching
jacky bothered-less her flourish
but immense pleasure she gave him

judy treasured fate shping day
justifiably lived to the same old illusion
jacky jetted her lilife in style
jake needing no jack swept her from ground
jaded not by jake’s flimsy jokes
‘jaculation of life in judy’s jail
so pleased for pleasing him

just in time jake justified joshly
judy dreaded jake’s jokes sometimes
jacky jeered flagrantly her feelings
jollied by jetted abroad invitation
after all hers was a public figure

adored melanin(for Robinson mukwana

the mazes of life
that builds bad crazy idea
keenness cutting, killed knife
brain being temporal rear
and as we get near
often forget the rare
ignoring the virtues of life
taking away innocent lives
in absence ,adored melanin
God’s beauty potrayed
for your greed it wans’t layed
why maim an innocent soul?
of human not owl
why butcher a harmless heart?
tearing off God’s art
is your life so important
is you ego that Daring?
is your conscience so confused?
For you soul
stop kneating tears of an albino
nurturing sorrows for melanin less
stop welcoming curses from the melAnin less
please please i beg you
lest the little dog will laugh at you

 

 

this article was published on the kenyatta university culture souvenir magazine 2010.

citations.

Manyuira. “adored melanin.” culture week souvenir magazine: 2010. 13. col 3.

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i need no biography

I am convinced beyond the obvious
that I should pen no biography
neither should you write one for me
my conscience stubbornly believes
that I need none
for even if one is written
it will only reflect a portion of my life
for there is life after death
a longer one
either in heaven or hell
and that too will fight for a share
in my contentious biography

certainly it will deceive the younger generation
for it will divert them from their childhood dreams
and start following my crooked ways
the ways I never wished myself
it will deceive a teenager from being a lawyer
and drive him to an under paid poet
it will deceive a girl and make her miss the adventurers of being an air hostess
and sail her to less appreciated career of an actress
I am not fit to be a role model
I am not ready to mentor anyone to those ways
it will be a sin with no amnesty
so my dear competitors in poetry
spare me any biography

© wilson manyuira